[at last her teeth are where he craves them, grazing and biting and sucking until bruises form and more, a highlight of her on his skin. 'there she is, come for me' is murmured in her ear, but words get lost and tangled in her gasps and his moans like he's echoing her, or she him. for every orgasm she has he's filling her again, an instinct telling him the more she comes the more likely he is to give a child. his body works to drive that instinct in, as if every drop is precious.
make her a mother make her a mother make her a mother pounding in his thoughts as he ruts into her, the pulsing of her cunt around him when she comes once more getting him close all over again, the thought that it's only him to make her weak its own driving force. he doesn't stop, fucks her through each wave and savors her with every thrust. every time she twitches and writhes beneath him he's in the space she makes for him, be it bending lower to her collarbone to add more blooming of color with his mouth or even nip at her jawline.
more begging reaches past the haze and he obliges, allows her direction. she has to take it, has to need him. she's desperate, desperate just like him. through the rut and heat of it all, he still loves properly, kisses the corner of her eyes. gentle devotion that contrasts how his fingers splay into their combined juices, massaging up around his own cock and her slit that holds him there.]
Just for you — [breathed out around a moan, hips rolling forward so he sinks into her hilt over and over, movements slower, like he's trying to keep what he's already spilled inside of her from dripping out.] I'll never give this to anyone else. It's yours. Don't ever forget that.
[he can see how undone she is, the pinks of her cheeks, the stuttering rise and fall of her chest, her sweat-sheen skin and parted lips. still he demands more from her, licks up her neck to find where her pheromones are most prominent, teeth dragging below her ear.]
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make her a mother make her a mother make her a mother pounding in his thoughts as he ruts into her, the pulsing of her cunt around him when she comes once more getting him close all over again, the thought that it's only him to make her weak its own driving force. he doesn't stop, fucks her through each wave and savors her with every thrust. every time she twitches and writhes beneath him he's in the space she makes for him, be it bending lower to her collarbone to add more blooming of color with his mouth or even nip at her jawline.
more begging reaches past the haze and he obliges, allows her direction. she has to take it, has to need him. she's desperate, desperate just like him. through the rut and heat of it all, he still loves properly, kisses the corner of her eyes. gentle devotion that contrasts how his fingers splay into their combined juices, massaging up around his own cock and her slit that holds him there.]
Just for you — [breathed out around a moan, hips rolling forward so he sinks into her hilt over and over, movements slower, like he's trying to keep what he's already spilled inside of her from dripping out.] I'll never give this to anyone else. It's yours. Don't ever forget that.
[he can see how undone she is, the pinks of her cheeks, the stuttering rise and fall of her chest, her sweat-sheen skin and parted lips. still he demands more from her, licks up her neck to find where her pheromones are most prominent, teeth dragging below her ear.]
— you're mine.